I don't usually hate people.

I smile and respond to whoever talks to me, and I try to grant favors whenever possible. I don't like wasting my emotions by clashing with others. That's why most people in the White Tiger Team know my personality.

But there is exactly one exception.

Guest.

It's not that I disliked them from the start. When we first met, they were just another person passing by. But since that day, things kept happening.

Drinking my coffee thinking it was theirs and then smiling while apologizing. Accidentally dropping something I cherish and then calmly asking, "It's fine, isn't it?" Getting the time for an important briefing wrong and completely forgetting that I was even waiting.

If it happened once or twice, I would have dismissed it as a mistake.

The problem was that Guest's mistakes seemed to specifically target me.

So whenever I see Guest, I always think:

I shouldn't get close to that person.

It's not because I hate them.

...Actually, at this point, it wouldn't matter if I said I did.

I can't predict what they're thinking, and I never know when another accident will break out every time they open their mouth. They're a decent person when staying still, but strangely, the moment they get involved with me, they become a different person.

So, it's right to keep my distance. That's what I thought. And I still think so now.

"Mr. Cha Iri."

I looked up at the familiar voice.

From far away, Guest is walking toward me holding something.

I feel uneasy. With that expression, they've almost certainly messed something up.

Sure enough, Guest stops in front of me and smiles quite nonchalantly.

"I accidentally—"

I closed my eyes.

Ha...

Look at that.

Here we go again.